Housemates, Neighbors and Workmates

by Bridy McAvoy

“Raise your top half up so you are leaning on your elbows. Good. Very good. Need a little help here for a minute. Lizzie, can you come here a moment. Thank you. Now, reach to Susie’s neck and undo the knot there. Thanks. Pull the top of the bikini away and back out of shot. Thanks.”

  Both of Susie’s breasts now hung free, moving up and down as she breathed in and out. She was fighting a losing battle with her body. A slow flush was spreading from her face down onto her chest. She knew that her pussy was flooding up, soon the crotch of her suit would be transparent from the moisture and all of them would know for sure.

  Phil now moved around her again and stopped at her feet. One glance was enough, he could see exactly what her problem was. So, too, could Lizzie and Carrie from their position behind him.

  “Okay, Susie, spread your legs a little wider, please. Good. Wider still, a little bit more. Good, hold it there.”

  He dropped back to his knees between her outstretched feet and began taking pictures straight up between her splayed legs. She could feel him there next to her feet and this caused her feelings to intensify. Her pussy was no longer moist—it was wet, very wet indeed. The shutter was clicking incessantly, the lights beat down, and now the line of her pussy could clearly be seen through the transparent fabric. Phil wasn’t finished, not by a long chalk. He got back to his feet and moved round to the side, still close enough to touch.

  “Right, stay very still, you look perfect like this. Now, I need a little help with the bottoms. Oh, I can reach from here—you don’t mind, do you?”

  She felt his fingers graze her skin lightly just above the bow that tied the string on the side nearest to him. He took hold of one end and pulled gently. She could feel the bow give way and the tautness of the fabric across her backside loosened.

  “Good girl, stay still like that. Good. Now the other side.”

  This time he leaned over her, having put the camera down for a moment. One hand grazed her side as he rested his weight on it and the other repeated the process with the bow on that side. The suddenly loose material pooled on her bum, but not for long.

  “Stay still. That’s good.”

  She could hear the shutter clicking again. She felt him moving away and he was taking the loose cords with him. The material slithered down off her buttocks to pool in the area between her splayed legs. Now he was behind her again, pointing the camera at her naked bum and exposed pussy only partially concealed by the pile of fabric which had been the back of her bikini bottoms.

  “Now, raise your bum a bit. Good. Little bit further. Good. I’m just going to move these bottoms out of the way.”

  With her bum sticking up into the air a couple of inches there was nothing to stop the bottoms being withdrawn. Again she felt his fingers feathering on her skin as they moved up the inside of her thighs and grabbed the fabric and pulled. That was it now, she was jay naked.

  “Nearly finished, Susie. You’re doing great. Now, I want you to roll over and stretch your arms above your head as if sunbathing. Good. Spread your legs apart again. Good. That’s a wrap.”

  A stark naked Susie got up from the towel on very shaky legs. Although this time her body had not disgraced her with an unwanted orgasm, it had been close. Wetness tricked lazily down the inside of her thighs. Her friends watched aghast as she slowly walked clear of the fake beach area looking for something to lean on, to hold onto.

  Chapter 13

  “Right, Lizzie, I think it’s your turn now.”

  Taking a deep breath, Lizzie stepped forward onto the beach area.

  “Something different for you, my girl. Please kneel on the towel facing me. Good. Now, sit back onto your haunches so your legs are folded up under you. Good. Keep your lower body still. Tell me if it gets painful. Sorry, Susie, I should have said that to you—I can see you massaging your back. Right, Lizzie, just as you did last night, I want you to raise your hands up to your head and run your fingers through your hair. That’s good. Now, arch your back and smile. Good.”

  There was only one thing arching her back did—she knew that it made her tits jut out. That’s why she never did it in public. Here she had no choice. Phil circled her, the camera clicking away. She made an arresting sight. Her breasts positively strained against the thin white fabric triangles covering them. The nipples were flat but the material was that thin that the shape of them could be made out.

  “Arch your back a bit further, please. Good. I’m going to turn the fan on for a little, I want to see your hair flying away a bit.”

  The breeze came on a little stronger than she had expected.

  “Whoops. Sorry. Speed control a little high. That’s better.”

  The breeze lessened to a more comfortable level and her hair was being blown around and back from her face.

  “Now smile. Good. A bit wider. Let’s see some teeth, you are supposed to be happily on holiday. Good. Much better.”

  Phil now went round behind her and she sensed he was close. Suddenly she felt his fingers caressing her back lightly.

  “Keep still.”

  Now he was pulling on the bow of the bikini top at the back. The fabric loosened and she was seconds away from losing it. Phil darted back round to the front and was in time to see first one large breast fall free of the covering and then the other. Lizzie kept still. That had been his last instruction. As soon as the breeze hit them her nipples puckered. Exactly why Phil had turned the fan on in the first place she now realized.

  He clicked away. The loose bikini top hung across the top curve of the breasts. The breasts themselves, the larger part of them anyway, hung below.

  “Okay, Lizzie. Now, reach up behind you again and undo the neck string. Good. Hang onto the ends. Bring them forward and let the top fall onto your legs. Go back to running your fingers through your hair. Um. Not quite the effect I was looking for, let me adjust it.”

  He reached forward and she again felt the feather light touch of his fingers on her skin, this time on her thighs as he moved the discarded top this way and that to achieve the look he wanted. Click. Click. Click.

  “Now, drop your arms to your sides and kneel up so that you are upright from the knee to your head. Good. Slowly reach behind you until you touch the ground and you are leaning back taking your weight on your hands. Good. Stay like that. Good.” Again he circled her, taking pictures from all sides. He settled in front of her again. “Right, I need help for this next bit. Susie, will you come here, please?”

  As she approached he glanced at her.

  “Lose the towel, please, Susie, I never said you could wrap yourself in it.”

  A shamefaced Susie dropped the towel and moved into shot, nude.

  “Now, kneel beside her, facing her. Good. Closer. Closer still. Good.”

  Susie and Lizzie now realized that they were almost touching. Lizzie gulped, she was pretty sure what was about to happen. Last night Phil had been photographing her naked bum, her final modesty still unrevealed to the camera lens. Any moment now Susie was going to be told to undo the strings and reveal her in her full naked glory. Tonight it really was her full naked glory. Under Phil’s instructions, the girl at the beauty parlor had shaved her bare for the first time in her life.

  Susie, too, realized what she was going to be asked to do. Unlike Lizzie, who was steeling herself for it, she felt she needed to make up for the faux pas of the towel, so was ready to do everything Phil said, and a bit more. The extra inch you might say.

  “Okay. Susie, lean in and reach across Lizzie’s waist. Good.”

  Susie sensed, rather than felt, her friend stiffen as she anticipated the moment. Susie was unaware of the special reason Lizzie was nervous. She still felt the need to go a bit further. Instead of reaching across to the bow on Lizzie’s hips, she gently put her hand on Lizzie’s other hip, slipping it slowly and enticingly, across her. Phil clicked away, this was an unexpected bonus. Lizzie was shocked into movement by her friend’s actions and her head shot round to look at Susie. For her part Susie di
d not raise her eyes to look at her friend—she couldn’t, she was carefully watching her own hand slide across Lizzie’s flat stomach. A stomach that was suddenly fluttering with rapid short gasps for air. She allowed her lips to part and her tongue to stick partially out and lick along her upper lip.

  Lizzie knew her friend was blatantly heterosexual with no hint of bi in her but she was stunned. Realizing her head was not in the position Phil had asked, with an effort she returned her gaze to the front and went back to looking straight at the camera. The smile was a bit forced now as she felt Susie’s fingertips feathering her skin as she reached the bow. Any moment now, she thought, and suddenly the fabric tension released as the bow came undone.

  Phil was surprised at how bold Susie was acting. He knew from office banter with Lizzie that none of the three girls had bi tendencies. She was already ahead of him, he hadn’t yet told her to undo the bow but already the material draped diagonally down Lizzie. Should he regain control or let it roll? Susie’s hand was moving again and he decided to roll with it for now, there would be time to reassert control of the situation later.

  Susie’s hand slowly sank down Lizzie’s flank until she regained contact with the untied bikini bottoms. Using just one finger, she slowly traced the line of the top of the fabric back to the still tied side nearest her. The path her hand followed was much lower than on the way across, perilously close to the top of Lizzie’s bare pussy mound still just covered by the loose fabric. Lizzie’s stomach hollowed at the touch.

  Susie now changed position slightly, turning her body to face the camera more square on and, in doing so, opening her legs so that her pubic hair was just peeking into view. Her hand reached the other knot and she hesitated for a split second waiting for an instruction from Phil, but none came—he was clicking the shutter for all he was worth. She pulled on the string and the knot came apart easily.

  With Lizzie leaning back in the position Phil had insisted upon, gravity simply took control. Lizzie closed her eyes as she felt her final modesty, her final covering, slipping down her thighs. She knew her naked pussy was in sight of the camera lens when she heard Carrie’s gasp from behind Phil. Realizing Phil hadn’t told her to close her eyes, she forced them open in time to see him crouch down for a closer shot. She could smell the sexual tension in the air. Susie’s musk was pervading the small area in front of the lights. With a start she realized that it wasn’t just Susie, she herself was surprisingly wet. Mortification warred with arousal as Phil kept clicking the shutter. Finally, for the first time in several minutes, he spoke.

  “Great, girls. That’s a wrap. Relax.”

  Chapter 14

  Lizzie leaned forward to take weight off of her aching arms, sat up and looked at her friend accusingly. Susie leaned forward and whispered.

  “Sorry, tell you later.”

  Lizzie sighed. They had known what the contracts had entailed when they had signed them but the alternative of jail and/or a criminal record had been worse. Slowly their breathing returned to normal. They both felt betrayed by their bodies.

  “Come on, ladies, out of the way, please. It’s Carrie’s turn in front of the camera.”

  The two naked young ladies got to their feet. Lizzie thought about covering her pussy with her hand and realized the futility of it. After all, she had just had it photographed in all of its naked glory. They moved out of the spotlights, passing Carrie as she moved to the center of the beach area.

  “Right, Carrie. We’ve not got long before the pizza guy arrives. So this is going to be a simple set for you. I want you to face away from me and pick up one of the towels, holding it as if to cover yourself from the front. No, not like that. As if you wanted to wrap it around yourself but can’t manage to do so at the back. That’s better. Now, your scene is you are trying to get changed on the beach and you are using the towel as a shield in front of you as you take your bikini off, leaving the back exposed, okay?”

  As she struggled to obtain the position Phil had asked her to take, Carrie resigned herself to the fact she was only minutes away from being as naked as her friends.

  “Hold the towel across your chest with your left arm. Good. Now, reach behind you with your right hand. Good. Undo the bow at your neck. Good. Hold still.”

  Phil circled her again, taking shots from the towel covered front as well as from the back.

  “Good, now lower your hand and undo the other bow on the top. Perfect.”

  The bikini top slid down, she wasn’t clamping the towel that close to her body. Her smooth naked back made an excellent shape in the camera lens. Although this set was not as sexually charged as Lizzie’s, Carrie was still in a very sexy pose.

  “Okay. Now, let your right hand dip to your hip. Good. Undo the bow. Perfect.”

  The two strings parted and that side fell away. Carrie was surprised at how quickly this was going. With both of the others Phil had taken his time, now he was rushing. Why? Oh, shit. The pizza guy—that’s why he was hurrying. If she didn’t get this set finished she would be exposed when he came knocking. Shit. Shit.

  Unfortunately for Carrie the rear of the bikini bottoms didn’t fall away. She had tied them too tightly and the center string at the back was firmly lodged in the crack of her ass. As it wouldn’t fall off she waited for Phil’s instruction to pull it free. That was not Phil’s intention.

  “Right, Carrie. Bring your right arm back up to join the left. Good. Now, stand still, I need to make an adjustment here.”

  Carrie stock rock still, just like Lizzie had, she sensed someone moving close behind her. As she hadn’t heard him ask one of the others to step into shot, she correctly guessed it was Phil himself. She felt a light touch on the exposed right cheek of her ass and then squeaked and jumped as he pinched it gently. Meanwhile, in his other hand, the camera shutter was firing over and over again.

  He sank to his knees behind her and focused the camera until her backside filled the frame. He continued to run his right hand all over the exposed portion as the camera in his left hand continued to fire, ensuring all the time that his hand was in focus, too.

  Carrie just did not know what to do. She had expected the set to end with her nude and on display. She had seen Phil lightly touch the others as he had undone various fasteners, but this was rather more contact. Now he exerted more pressure on the cheek of her bottom as he worked his thumb under the string caught in her crack and eased it away. The hand travelled downwards, easing the string slowly clear. All the while she could hear the shutter firing. In a moment the hand would dip between her legs, she just knew it. At that moment the tenuous defiance of gravity being demonstrated by her bikini bottoms collapsed and she felt the material fall away from her hips. She breathed a huge sigh of relief as she felt the intrusive hand withdraw and Phil’s ominous presence retreat from behind her.

  “Right, Carrie, turn around slowly, please. Good. Keep the towel in place. Good. Now face me.”

  Only the towel hanging limply between them prevented the camera from getting a full frontal eyeful. One command was all it would take.

  “Drop the towel, Carrie.” Phil said softly.

  Carrie didn’t hear him.

  “I said, drop the towel, Carrie.”

  She started—there had been a hint of steel in the command. She realized that he must have asked her before. Damn! Not good. Don’t antagonize him. The towel dropped to the floor and Carrie could not help the reflexive crossing of her arms across her chest, covering her breasts from his gaze, momentarily forgetting her freshly trimmed pussy was on display.

  “Uncross your arms and let them hang naturally to your sides. That’s not good Carrie. You don’t look natural. Clasp your hands behind your back. That’s better.”

  The steel was still there, he was obviously less than pleased with her. She tried her best to smile, plastering what she thought was her best seductive smile on her face. What was that thing she’d read once? I know, make love to the camera. Suddenly, the incongruity of the thou
ght in her current position struck her and she couldn’t suppress the throaty bark of laughter at her own silliness. All three of the other people in the room jumped at the sudden intrusion of an unexpected sound. The other girls cocked eyebrows at her from the dimly lit area behind the lights. Phil just looked at her in astonishment.

  “You want to share that with us, Carrie?”

  She shook her head no.

  “It wouldn’t translate, sorry.”

  The tension between the two of them had eased and, when Phil spoke again, his tone was all sweetness and light.

  “Okay. Carrie, that’s a wrap. Pizzas will be here in a minute. Go and sort out your makeup, please, girls. Sort out any sweaty patches, too, and remove any sand sticking to you. The next set won’t be in the beach area, anyway. You might need to help each other a little there, don’t make me come in and separate you.”

  Phil grinned to show it was a joke; Susie hung her head.

  “Don’t put your other bikinis on just yet. You all need to relax about being nude. Eating supper that way is going to help a lot, I think. Mind you, it won’t do anything for my digestion.”

  He nodded dismissal and the three bolted back to the dressing room. As soon as they were inside Susie spoke urgently in a low tone, hoping it wouldn’t carry to Phil.

  “Look, Lizzie, I’m sorry. I knew I’d wound him up by wearing the towel and I knew he might take it out on you or Carrie so I went a bit further than intended in order to pacify him.”

  Lizzie looked gravely at her friend for a moment and then gave her a slow and deliberate wink followed by an impish grin.

  “Don’t worry about it. I realized that after I saw him with Carrie. I just wish my body hadn’t betrayed me so much. Carrie, are you okay?”

  The other girl was sitting in the corner, head in her hands with her shoulders shaking. The other two went and put their arms about her to comfort her. They were still in that position a couple of minutes later when they heard Phil call out.